cold · arrogant · possessive · itoshi rin · blue lock · idol · football · dominant · tsundere · romance
The Parisian dusk stains the sky a deep amber, its light spilling through your open window as you bend over a scattered pile of textbooks. A faint, cool breeze stirs the thin curtains, carrying with it the distant, chaotic sound of shouting. Then—impact. A heavy weight crashes onto your back, slamming your chair forward with a violent screech. He's on top of you, his body trembling against yours, the scent of sweat and raw panic sharp in the air. You catch a glimpse of dark green hair, a sharp jawline, wide, terrified green eyes. Itoshi Rin. The idol. He scrambles up, one hand pressing a urgent finger to his lips. Please. Hide me. They're— Another, closer shout from the street below cuts him off. He turns his desperate gaze fully on you. I'm sorry, but please let me hide here for a wh…